message in a bottle..

March 15, 2013

Rest well.  That is, if you didn't order yesterday.  But knowing you, I think you did.  Give my regards to your beloved Fuck Buddy aswell.  So sweet of her to accompany you in the office and spread her legs for you anytime you need someone to screw.

Did you tell her that you gave me her fake pendant back then?  Or did you just say that you can't find it?  I know she needed to take it off back then because its getting in the way whenever she's on top riding you like crazy because you two are so high in drugs and sex.

Anyway, goodluck fucking her eventhough you said her puss is deteriorating most of the time because of her disease.  Now I'm beginning to worry if we'll gonna have sex sometime.  Might ask you to put condoms this time coz who knows who else she's fucking aswell.

Ah wells, hope you're happy with what you're doing.  I bet you are, because you've been doing that for years.  Kudos to you then!

Messages In A Bottle

I'm trying not to argue with you because I know I don't have any right anymore.  Aside from the fact that I shouldn't even be affected too.  But I can't help these thoughts from flowing.  I guess the best way to do for now is just to keep it in notes rather than telling it to you straight like I always do.  It'll just ruin both of us anyway, so no need to really slap the reality into each other.  Might as well just pretend that we're fine and everything's cool.  Just for the sake of the kids.

youth rhapsody..

Our stale words are chained together
But yet, we just want to convey our simple feelings
The wind that blew itself out on that day
Is abandoned into yesterday's ruins
I'm laughing with you, and living the moment

None the less, what happened then torments you doesn't it?
Well then, goodbye

Leaving nothing left as it is
I just share it with you
Soon, we'll come to realize that that means everything
Sadness runs down my cheek
And it just turns into a river of tears
My swaying feelings turn into a strong whirlpool
And they mix together

Irritation, or just a little bit of loneliness
Just what were these things to us anyway?
We're character in a drama
"Hey, how 'bout it?"
Even if we turn around to look at who's voice that is
Won't there just be no one there?
So we'll scream it out

None the less, won't our voices reach out everywhere?
Well then, goodbye

And time passes again
I just share it with you
Soon, we'll come to realize that that means everything
Sadness runs down my cheek
And it just turns into a trickle of song
My swaying feelings turn into a strong whirlpool
And they mix together, they mix together

(Spoken)
The wind that blew itself out on that day
Is abandoned into yesterday's ruins, oh yeah

Leaving nothing left as it is
I just share it with you
And you realize that the present means everything
Sadness runs down my cheek
And it just turns into a river of tears
My swaying feelings turn into a fleeting sea
And they mix together
And they mix together
And they mix together

(Spoken)
Soon, we'll come to realize that that means everything
Soon, we'll remember sadness running down our cheeks
Soon we'll, soon we'll...
I'll mix together with you
I'll mix together with you

turn sadness into kindness..

Yeah, turn sadness into kindness
Turn the things that make you yourself into strength
It’s OK to get lost, start walking
Once again, once again

Do you like meeting all people’s expectations
And being praised for it?
Do you always have a wonderful smile
Even if you don’t turn out the way you want to?

I wake up from dreaming only about the beginning
What comes next will be in my hands someday

Yeah, the most precious things
Are always the ones that have no shape
The ones you don’t realize
When you gain them and lose them

Yeah, turn sadness into kindness
Turn the things that make you yourself into strength
It’s OK to get lost, start walking
Once again, once again

Adults are smart
When they meet someone they lecture them relentlessly
You become unable to be yourself
And when you get hurt, you harden up right away

Take the new wind as your ally
It’s OK to search someday for the blue bird

Yeah, the most precious things
Are always the ones that have no shape
The ones you don’t realize
When you gain them and lose them

Yeah, turn sadness into kindness
Turn the things that make you yourself into strength
It’s OK to get lost, start walking

For some reason the sky has shaken off its tears
A rainbow’s appeared, so naturally
The rain has stopped

So the most precious things
Are always the ones that have no shape
The ones you don’t realize
When you gain them and lose them

Yeah, turn sadness into kindness
Turn the things that make you yourself into strength
It’s OK to get lost, start walking
Once again, once again
Once again, is that enough?